For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
Who apart from the gods is without pain for his whole lifetime's length?
I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.
Ares gives his verdict without witnesses.
The misfortunes of mankind are of varied plumage.
Only one accomplishment is beyond both the power and the mercy of the Gods. They cannot make the past as though it had never been.